makyo
/
zk_html
1
0
Fork 0
Code Issues Pull Requests Projects Releases Wiki Activity

update from sparkleup

This commit is contained in:
Madison Scott-Clary 2023-09-22 18:30:11 -07:00
parent 7d8d2600e1
commit 32246e9194
1 changed files with 9 additions and 2 deletions
Show Stats Download Patch File Download Diff File Expand all files Collapse all files

11
writing/3/terrifying/engagement.html
View File

@ -61,8 +61,15 @@ I may sing to approving angles in praise and rejoicing!\footnote{\cite[89]{duino
<p>Now, I come to terms — &lsquo;coming out&rsquo; fits poorly, here — with plurality, with medianity, and&hellip;and what? I keep living as I do, for the most part. I live as I had been living, only more earnest: &ldquo;Rilke is not at all sympathetic with an other-worldly attitude. His concern is with the enrichment of this present life and its dependence on solid material things,&rdquo; Crichton writes of the <em>Elegies</em>.\footnote{\cite[106]{duino} Yes, yes, this identity business veers rather close to the other-worldly, but it is not; it is a living in the moment with less of that other-worldly fretting in the way.</p>
<p>There are, to be sure, issues. There are those in my life with whom I will not share these words, these ideas. There are still pangs for the loss of unity — even if, as I say, this is simply an acknowledgment of the truth, ah, life would be easier if I did <em>not</em> acknowledge this, yes? And there are still difficulties.</p>
<p>As I explored these new versions of me, I ran into new deaths, too, new risks of death. I found the boundaries of these selves entangled in different ways with other people. Is my partner as one me still my partner as another? Yes. Mostly. Ish. And what of my plural partner? What of the ways in which we fell in love, that slow entangling of one of me and one of em, and that first day another instance of mine peeked out and&hellip;and I wasn&rsquo;t theirs, was I? Or perhaps I was. Mostly? Ish.</p>
<p>And what of the amount of time spent living into those personalities? When I stopped living into one for a few days, then nearly two weeks, I found myself crying, found myself clutching at my bed for any sense of grounding against this half-sensed death — or potential for death, perhaps — of one part of me. What would happen if she died? What would happen if I no longer found connection there? Would I lose that forever? Would I lose the relationships that she had formed? And, supposing even that those relationships spanned partials, the particular peculiarities would fade, yes? Maybe. Ish?
((Struggling against the loss of unity, and then struggling against a sense of the half-sensed loss of Slow Hours))</p>
<p>And what of the amount of time spent living into those personalities? When I stopped living into one for a few days, then nearly two weeks, I found myself crying, found myself clutching at my bed for any sense of grounding against this half-sensed death — or potential for death, perhaps — of one part of me. What would happen if she died? What would happen if I no longer found connection there? Would I lose that forever? Would I lose the relationships that she had formed? And, supposing even that those relationships spanned partials, the particular peculiarities would fade, yes? Maybe. Ish?</p>
<blockquote>
<p>You, who descend with the thud<br />
only fruits know, falling, unripe,<br />
daily a hundred times from the tree<br />
of jointly built up motion (which, quicker than water,<br />
has spring, summer, and autumn in just a few<br />
minutes) — fall off and bump on the grave;\footnote{\cite[51]{duino}}</p>
</blockquote>
</article>
<footer>
<p>Page generated on 2023-09-22</p>